英語(yǔ)好文章

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　　英語(yǔ)好文章：The Trees Outside my Window

　　From the window of my room, I could see a tall cotton-rose hibiscus. In spring, when green foliage1 was half hidden by mist, the tree looked very enchanting2 dotted with red blossom. This inspiring neighbor of mine often set my mind working. I gradually regarded it as my best friend.

　　Nevertheless, when I opened the window one morning, to my amazement3, the tree was almost bare beyond recognition as a result of the storm ravages4 the night before. Struck by the plight5, I was seized with a sadness at the thought "all the blossom is doomed6 to fall". I could not help sighing with emotion: the course of life never runs smooth, for there are so many ups and downs, twists and turns. The vicissitudes7 of my life saw my beloved friends parting one after another. Isn't it similar to the tree shedding its flowers in the wind?

　　This event faded from my memory as time went by. One day after I came home from the countryside, I found the room stuffy8 and casually9 opened the window. Something outside caught my eye and dazzled me. It was a plum tree all scarlet10 with blossom set off beautifully by the sunset. The surprise discovery overwhelmed me with pleasure. I wondered why I had no idea of some unyielding life sprouting11 over the fallen petals13 when I was grieving for the hibiscus.

　　When the last withered14 petal12 dropped, all the joyful15 admiration16 for the hibiscus sank into oblivion as if nothing was left, until the landscape was again ablaze17 with the red plum blossom to remind people of life's alternation and continuance. Can't it be said that life is actually a symphony, a harmonious18 composition of loss and gain.

　　Standing19 by the window lost in thought for a long time, I realized that no scenery in the world remains20 unchanged. As long as you keep your heart basking21 in the sun, every dawn will present a fine prospect22 for you to unfold and the world will always be about new hopes.

　　英語(yǔ)好文章：We Never Told Him He Couldn't

　　My son Joey was born with club feet. The doctors assured1 us that with treatment he would be able to walk normally2 - but would never run very well. The first three years of his life were spent in surgery3, casts4 and braces5. By the time he was eight, you wouldn't know he had a problem when you saw him walk .

　　The children in our neighborhood ran around as most children do during play, and Joey would jump right in and run and play, too. We never told him that he probably wouldn't be able to run as well as the other children. So he didn't know.

　　In seventh grade he decided6 to go out for the cross-country team. Every day he trained with the team. He worked harder and ran more than any of the others - perhaps he sensed that the abilities that seemed to come naturally to so many others did not come naturally to him. Although the entire team runs, only the top seven runners have the potential to score points for the school. We didn't tell him he probably would never make the team, so he didn't know.

　　He continued to run four to five miles a day, every day - even the day he had a 103-degree fever. I was worried, so I went to look for him after school. I found him running all alone. I asked him how he felt. "Okay," he said. He had two more miles to go. The sweat7 ran down his face and his eyes were glassy from his fever. Yet he looked straight ahead and kept running. We never told him he couldn't run four miles with a 103-degree fever. So he didn't know.

　　Two weeks later, the names of the team runners were called. Joey was number six on the list. Joey had made the team. He was in seventh grade - the other six team members were all eighth-graders. We never told him he shouldn't expect to make the team. We never told him he couldn't do it. We never told him he couldn't do it...so he didn't know. He just did it.

　　英語(yǔ)好文章：Enthusiasm takes you further

　　Years ago, when I started looking for my first job, wise advisers1 urged, "Barbara, be enthusiastic! Enthusiasm will take you further than any amount of experience."

　　How right they were. Enthusiastic people can turn a boring drive into an adventure, extra work into opportunity and strangers into friends.

　　"Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm," wrote Ralph Waldo Emerson. It is the paste that helps you hang in there when the going gets tough. It is the inner voice that whispers, "I can do it!" when others shout, "No, you can't."

　　It took years and years for the early work of Barbara McClintock, a geneticist who won the 1983 Nobel Prize in medicine, to be generally accepted. Yet she didn't let up on her experiments. Work was such a deep pleasure for her that she never thought of stopping.

　　We are all born with wide-eyed, enthusiastic wonder as anyone knows who has ever seen an infant's delight at the jingle2 of keys or the scurrying3 of a beetle4.

　　It is this childlike wonder that gives enthusiastic people such a youthful air, whatever their age.

　　At 90, cellist5 Pablo Casals would start his day by playing Bach. As the music flowed through his fingers, his stooped shoulders would straighten and joy would reappear in his eyes. Music, for Casals, was an elixir6 that made life a never ending adventure. As author and poet Samuel Ullman once wrote, "Years wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul."

　　How do you rediscover the enthusiasm of your childhood? The answer, I believe, lies in the word itself. "Enthusiasm" comes from the Greek and means "God within." And what is God within is but an abiding7 sense of love -- proper love of self (self-acceptance) and, from that, love of others.

　　Enthusiastic people also love what they do, regardless of money or title or power. If we cannot do what we love as a full-time8 career, we can as a part-time avocation9, like the head of state who paints, the nun10 who runs marathons, the executive who handcrafts furniture.

　　Elizabeth Layton of Wellsville, Kan, was 68 before she began to draw. This activity endedbouts11 of depression that had plagued her for at least 30 years, and the quality of her work led one critic to say, "I am tempted12 to call Layton a genius." Elizabeth has rediscovered her enthusiasm.

　　We can't afford to waste tears on "might-have-beens." We need to turn the tears into sweat as we go after "what-can-be."

　　We need to live each moment wholeheartedly, with all our senses -- finding pleasure in thefragrance13 of a back-yard garden, the crayoned picture of a six-year-old, the enchanting14beauty of a rainbow. It is such enthusiastic love of life that puts a sparkle in our eyes, a lilt in our steps and smooths the wrinkles from our souls.

　　
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